Chapter 710: Do Not Look Improperly

Qingque crossed her legs, perching them, and her fingers unconsciously brushed the fish scales, the tips following the azure light threads along the scale edges.

The ways to wake from a dream—these are the only ones she currently knows.

The most unreliable one involves the Grand Diviner, so she'll set it aside for now.

Another is being slapped dead by Shuhuo; she'd already experienced that once in the dream, it seemed to work, but the feeling was terrible.

There's also the possibility of just lying down and suddenly waking up on her own; that's the most comfortable, but the trigger isn't present.

She glanced at the slowly growing giant tree in the distance, then at the sleeping -O- on the moon, and rested her hand behind her head again.

Her ash‑white long hair spread over the fish's back, tangled with the golden flowers and vines, and under the dark‑red sky it gave an unreal sense of ease.

Qingque half‑closed her eyes and began to ponder seriously: if she were to wake from this fish again now, where would she appear?

Perspective shift.

Heimu walked down the corridor of the Yunshi Tian Gong Upper Level, the white jade slabs beneath her feet lit by a gentle glow from Yongzhou's sky.

Her ash‑white hair swayed lightly at her shoulders, and the brim of the Witch Hat cast a small shadow beside her cheek.

Heimu raised her hand, traced a line in the air, and a translucent System Panel materialized, showing two overlapping light dots; she glanced at the positions of the signals, then at the corridor's direction, confirming it was correct.

Ke Lv De La's signal was here, and another lay right beside it, so close they were almost superimposed.

HaiSeYin.

Heimu closed the panel, and her fingertip idly brushed the cuff.

Thinking about it, it wasn't strange for the two to be together.

Heimu had a deep impression of the duo in the game: one a iron‑blooded king, the other a loyal minister who had followed her for thirty million reincarnation cycles.

Thirty million cycles together—now gathering again was perfectly normal.

Heimu kept walking; white columns on either side of the corridor were entwined with fine golden vines, and a faint mist of water began to appear in the air, warm and carrying a delicate floral scent.

The marble floor beneath her feet grew damp, and small clusters of aquatic plants she'd never seen elsewhere sprouted in the cracks.

At the end of the corridor, a towering white jade door stood before her.

The door was a single slab of white stone, its surface carved with intricate geometric patterns; each side of the frame bore a column sculpted with a winged Pegasus, and the door was half‑ajar, leaving a gap about a hand's width.

The mist drifting from the gap was denser than that in the corridor, warm and humid, bearing an indescribable light fragrance, like sea salt dissolved in bay leaves, or deep‑sea aquatic flowers crushed in warm water.

Heimu tilted her head, and her gaze slipped through the slit to peer inside.

Inside, a faint blue watery glow could be seen, its reflections flickering on the white marble walls.

This area seemed to be the bathing zone of the Yunshi Tian Gong.

Heimu suddenly thought of a question.

If this were also a bath, perhaps the two inside were taking a soak.

Heimu stood before the door, her hand poised to knock hanging mid‑air, fingers curled, hesitating for a moment.

Ke Lv De La and HaiSeYin, true soulmates, were soaking in the bath; would it be inappropriate for an outsider like her to knock and enter?

Entering a place like this to discuss business felt awkward.

She then looked down at the fingers she had hooked onto the door, her violet‑black eyes blinking, and suddenly found the thought amusing.

She was Heimu, a Joyful Star God binder, a temporary worker for Nanuq, an entity with cross‑world permissions.

When did she fall so low as to be punished standing at a bath's doorway…

There's no need to hesitate; just look, knock if the situation fits, otherwise let it be.

A strand of light flashed across her violet‑black pupils, instantly activating; her sight pierced through the massive white jade door.

The scene inside the bath flooded her consciousness: pale‑blue water bubbling with fine bubbles, a few golden petals floating on the surface, off‑white rugs by the pool edged with cushions, and the golden vines on the columns glimmered softly in the water light.

Two people were soaking in the pool.

One had white hair, wet and clinging to a smooth back; a few strands floated on the water, slender shoulders emerged above the surface, and soft contours rose faintly beneath the fair skin.

The other had black‑purple hair cascading from the shoulders, the tips fading to light blue, translucent droplets dripping from the ends and sliding down the cheeks.

The white‑haired one sat on the black‑haired one's leg, her waist gently encircled from behind.

Heimu completed the full sequence from "target direction confirmation" to "rapid perception shutdown" in a fraction of a second, and her eyes snapped shut.

Ah?

Improper to look.

She cut off all visual perception, but the door wasn't sound‑proof, and her hearing remained active.

So she leaned against the white marble wall beside the door, a small patch of her violet‑black skirt dampened by the mist from the gap, listening to the sounds inside.

Her ears were now filled with the bath's water sounds and fragments of the two's conversation almost drowned by the water.

The light rustle of water being stirred.

The sound of skin brushing against water.

Then HaiSeYin's voice, cool and low, carrying a magnetic quality amplified only in a mist‑filled sealed space; each word seemed to be released slowly after being soaked in warm water.

"Your Majesty, does being enveloped by water feel comfortable?"

It wasn't a question about temperature; Heimu internally judged, leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, violet‑black eyes fixed on the Pegasus‑carved column opposite, expression subtle.

"Hmm… acceptable."

Ke Lv De La's voice, a half‑tone higher than HaiSeYin's, timbre crisper, though the crispness was softened by the mist, the tail trembling slightly.

This monarch, renowned in Weng Fa Luo Si for iron‑blooded dictatorship, now sat on her minister's lap, striving to keep a ruler's composure.

A faint ripple of water.

Someone shifted, likely adjusting posture.

"Your Majesty's shoulders are tight."

HaiSeYin's voice came closer, as if whispered in the ear, yet the tone remained that cool, proper timbre, "The muscles here— and here—are strained. Have you been overworking lately?"

"I—um, I handle official duties daily, naturally exhausted."

Ke Lv De La's voice suddenly rose by half a step, then halfway up it was abruptly forced back down, becoming a muffled hum squeezed out of the nasal cavity, "Jian Qi Jue, your hand—"

"What's wrong with the hand?"

"The position it's placed— not quite suitable."